Born in ’69


By Lyra Fiske

Born in '69
A foot stepped
In moon dust
And breaths were held
As all stood on the edge
Of something great
Half a million gathered
In a meadow
And breaths were held
As hope took the stage
A new dawn perhaps
Or more doom ahead
We swung towards brotherly love
Then back again
Inheriting troubles like Ozzy said
The worst generation emerged
With an X on our foreheads
Branded like Manson
Born amidst conflict
And shifting values
Coming of age
With deadly disease
Losing possessions
And our souls
Amid chaos
While receiving
All the blame
Our parents began the decline
And we followed
Our hopes were silly
Our shattered dreams weren't real
We rose like a phoenix from the ashes
Only to fall again
But we were neither the beginning
Nor the end
And the pendulum swings
Back and forth
As we all
Hold our breath

July 2017


About quarryhillcreativecenterVT

I am the daughter of the founders of Quarry Hill Creative Center in Rochester, VT. I've been a writer all my life, and also love to draw in pastel, like my mother. My father taught me to write and many other things (rather as Prospero taught Miranda). I learned many things from my mother too-- not just how to draw, but how to be caring and kind to animals and things that can not protect themeselves. "They shall not hurt or destroy in all my holy mountain." That has been her central point of view and is one of Quarry Hill's mottos. We welcome visitors, love children, and have places to rent and sell if anyone wants to come live in the beauty of the Vermont Mountains.

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